As I approach my golden year,

My jewel in the crown, perhaps:


This emotions-partly-frozen year,

This artificial, jointed year,

This sedentary comforts year

Shall fade into the past;


And I

And I

And I

And I


Shall rule myself

At last.


Copyright 2018 Andrea LeDew

One Comment Add yours

  1. Orvillewrong says:

    I’m sure that is a pleasant thought!

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